His Sweet Little Mate novel Chapter 2

Micah felt uneasy. He hated everything he saw, everything he drank and every conversation he had throughout the day and night. He wanted to leave this pack as soon as possible.

She was not here.

That was the first thought that came to Micah’s mind when he saw all the women in the pack and felt nothing. None of them were his destined mate, the woman that he would spend the rest of his life with, someone that he would share that sacred bond with.

She was not here.

The very thought of not being able to find his own destined mate didn’t sit well with him. People said if he couldn’t find his destined mate, there was a high chance the woman would have already died.

Still, Micah couldn’t accept that.

But now, the reality was before his eyes. This was the last pack and none of these beautiful women were his mate.

“Are you okay?” Alan asked, leaning over his chair to whisper to the King. “Smile a little, please, you are scaring away all the women here.”

“Scared, huh?” Micah scoffed.

It was very clear these women were competing against each other to get his attention and this game started to bore him. The same kind of situation transpired in the last eight packs, too, so Micah was so done with them.

“Keep smiling, My King. This must be the Beta’s daughter.” His royal beta teased him to lighten his mood, but Micah was not feeling it at all.

The King was actually annoyed when Beta Ryan introduced his daughter, Hanna. She was beautiful, sweet and courteous, but it was not the one he was looking for.

“As far as I see, this Hanna is a perfect mate for you.” Alan tried to let Micah see his point of view. “She has the air of a queen.”

“She is not my mate.” Micah pointed out the elephant in the room.

Currently, Hanna was dancing with her two friends, but she kept glancing in his direction bashfully. Micah was not an idiot to not realize what she was up to. Despite the way she carried herself to look innocent and all, his instincts told him she was not that naïve.

None of these women, who appeared meek in front of him, was naïve. They knew what kind of game they were playing and how to play it well.

“When will you accept it? This is getting… Where are you going?” Alan had not yet done talking when Micah stood up from his honorable seat and walked away. Two of his guards tried to follow him, but he raised his hand to stop them.

He wanted to be alone.

Seeing the King leave the party, a few people immediately came to Alan, asking what was going on and where the King was going.

“I am sure, the King must be tired. Please, continue with the party.” Alan tried his best to show his gentlest smile, but inside he couldn’t help but complain about the King's stubbornness.

There was nothing wrong in having a chosen mate, right?!

Meanwhile, Micah walked around the pack house. He avoided the crowded places and ended in this quiet area, which he thought was a cluster of warehouses or something, because there were a few small buildings that were similar to one another.

He strolled around lightly while enjoying the night wind that caressed his skin for a bit. He then decided to go back to his bedroom. He wanted to return to the palace early in the morning. He didn’t want to spend another day here when all they did was shoving women under his nose.

However, his steps halted when the wind carried an interesting scent over from the east. This scent made him frown.